Kathy Andrews
Let_s do mom!

CHAPTER ONE

Look at me, baby, Jennifer was saying to herself, watching Johnny from the corner of her eyes.

She had noticed her son watching her discreetly for some time now. Not just watching what she did, but how she moved, sat or walked. And he was usually looking at the thrust of her shapely tits, the swells of her ass, or a teasing glimpse of her thighs.

Obviously Johnny was having some wicked thoughts about her, erotic thoughts. Instead of turning her off, Jennifer found herself being turned on.

Jennifer enjoyed being looked at. She was tall and beautiful, with dark-blonde hair and a lovely, honey-colored complexion. She could well be coiled willowy, in the style of a high-fashion model. The only real difference in those reed thin models and her, however, was the shape of her firm, thrusting tits. And unlike those models, her ass was not flat, but rounded and shapely.

Jennifer believed in exposing her beauty as much as possible, but seldom had she shared her body with anyone. It wasn't that she lacked sexual emotion; she had plenty to spare. But she was proud of her body, and rightly so, and she refused to share it with just anyone.

Once, as a high-school student, she had been promiscuous for a time.

As the head cheerleader, she was in demand for dates, and she dated every member of the football squad, half those on the baseball team, and four from the swimming team. Each and every one of those boys had fucked Jennifer.

Now, at thirty-eight, she could stand beside her high-school photos and no one could tell if she had aged or not. She still fit into her old cheerleader tights and sweaters. The apartment was filled with photos of her from those days.

A few of the pictures had been taken without her knowledge, and could have been quite embarrassing to her if they had been shown around. A few had caught her in high kicks, with her long legs flashing, the tight crotch of her tights exposed, bulging slightly with her clit.

Some boy had caught her sitting on the bleaches in a pensive mood, her knees drawn up with her chin resting on them. Her crotch showed, and when looked at closely, curly cunt hairs showed along the edges of her tights. Mother showed her getting out of a car, her legs parted, skirt drawn up her ass… and her blonde-haired cunt was showing.

The first time Jennifer noticed her son looking at her, they had been shopping, and she was in tight shorts. Squatting to select a can on the very bottom shelf, Jennifer had looked up to see Johnny looking at her, almost mesmerized. His gaze was focused between her slightly parted knees, trying to see her crotch.

Before she stood up, she noticed the beginning of a bulge in his jeans. After that, she began to watch her son closer, and she caught him gazing at her even at home. He would turn away when she looked at him, quickly, with a slight flush in his young face, and try to conceal what she knew was a hard-on. She found her son trying to look up her skirts all the time, and he was constantly behind her when she was bending over, seeing the exposure of her slim thighs as her dress lifted.

Jennifer began to feel the stirrings of exhibitionism within her body and mind. She began to wonder if it would feel good to show her body off to her son. Not just her body, but her pussy and ass and titties. The idea of Johnny looking at her in strange and unusual places, seeing her tits, her ass, or her cunt, started hot little tingles between her legs.

With school out for the summer, Johnny was home most of the time. But to flash her cunt inside the house seemed so tame, so trite, to her. Jennifer wanted to do it in some public place, with the possibility of someone else seeing her, too. Exactly why this public exhibitionism attracted her so much, she couldn't say, only that she was excited by the thought of doing it.

Selecting her skimpiest panties, Jennifer stepped into them, adjusting the lacy crotch about her cunt but making sure that her dark blonde curls showed along the edges. Her mirror told her that the moist pink flesh of her cunt could be seen through the gauzy crotch of her panties.

By the time she pulled on a tight skirt and sweater, her nylons and garter belt in place, she was almost trembling with what she was going to do with her son. Sliding her feet into high heels, she checked herself in the mirror a final time, and found a gorgeous blonde staring back at her.

"Johnny, go to the store with me," she said as she came into the living room.

Her son looked up, grinning at her. "You look good, Mom."

"You're sweet to say that." She trailed her hand over his head to his shoulder. She leaned down and kissed the top of his head. "Want to go shopping with me?"

Johnny stood, eager to go.

As she drove to the shopping center, Jennifer began to feel nervous. But excitement rumbled through her, and there was no way she would not go through with it. Her tight skirt lifted along her slender thighs, halfway to her lap, and instead of tugging it down as she usually did.

She left it there. She knew her son was glancing slyly at her legs. He could almost see the creamy flesh of her thighs above the tops of her nylons.

When she parked, she pretended to have trouble opening her door. "I think it's stuck."

"I'll open it, Mom," Johnny replied and ran around to open her door. It came open without a bit of trouble, and Jennifer, pretending to push at it with her knee, let her foot fall out.

Johnny seemed to tremble as he looked right up his mother's skirt. He saw her gauzy panties, the shadow of her pussy hair inside them, the silky strands showing along the side. Jennifer didn't step out, but reached across the seat for her purse, her foot outside the car lifting, knees parted.

She heard a soft moan come from her son.

Johnny had seen the tight stretch of his mother's panties.

As she got out of the car, Jennifer saw her son's cock bulging at the front of his pants, his hand stuffed into his pocket to hide it. She didn't have to hide the puffy bubbling of her cunt. The hot, moist tingle of her pussy made her shiver slightly as she took her son's hand and they entered the supermarket together. There was nothing she really needed to buy, her mind wasn't on food at the time. She was amazed at the sudden heat of her cunt, of the wetness forming against the tight crotch. All because she had flashed her pussy at her son.

While Johnny pushed the shopping cart, she walked in front of him, pretending to study the display of cans and bottles. When she saw him looking at her, she squatted down to check cans on the bottom shelf. She let her knees part until she was sure her son could peck up between her thighs. She looked up secretly at him from her lowered lashes and saw his expression of pleasure. He was looking past her knees and under the tight skirt, and Jennifer hoped she had her legs spread wide enough so he could see bet panties. She wanted to spread them more, but it would be too obvious.

Going through the vegetable area, Jennifer leaned and stretched high as though to select fresh vegetables, and her skirt would lift to mid thigh while her son stood behind her, looking hotly. The more she showed of herself, the more exciting it became for her. When they wen in the dairy department. Jennifer felt her cunt become very hot and wet.

This is fun, she thought, searching the cheeses and yogurts and cold cuts. She noticed a sharp edge to one shelf, and an idea came to her. Without her son seeing, she hooked the hem of her skirt on it, then reached high. When she lowered her hand, the skirt was hiked halfway up her legs. She started to move away, and her skirt caught.

With a flick of her wrist, she unhooked the skirt, but in doing so, she lifted it high for a moment. She heard the sharp intake of her son's breath – she had just shown her tightly pantied ass to her son.

"Is there anything special you want, honey?" she asked.

By now Johnny was pushing the cart with one hand, his other hand stuffed into his pocket to bide his bulging hard-on. She let her eyes linger on the front of his jeans for a moment, then when he said he didn't want anything, they went to check out what small items she had selected.

As she stood waiting for the purchases to be rung up, Johnny slipped past her from behind to help bag the items. Jennifer felt the hardness of her son's cock brush over her ass, and her breath caught.

Johnny loaded the grocery bags into the trunk of the car, and Jennifer could not resist one more exposure. While her son was busy, she hooked the hem of her skirt to the edge of the trunk, and when Johnny closed it, her tight skirt was held high.

"I'm caught, Johnny," she said, trying to keep enough skirt over her legs. She handed him the key. "You have to open the trunk for me."

While he fumbled with the keys, Johnny was looking at his mother. She was sideways to him, and he was seeing the swell of her lacy panties, the curves of her mouth-watering ass. Just a little more and Jennifer's skirt would be around her waist.

When she was in the car, her skirt was again high, and this time she made sure the creamy flesh above the tops of her nylons showed.

Johnny had a very hard cock all the way home.

While her son put away the purchases, she went to her room and sat on her bed, hands folded in her lap. She was excited, very excited. There was no doubt that Johnny was looking up her dress every chance he had. And getting a hard-on, too.

She pressed her legs tightly together, and felt a tingle of her clitoris. She heard her son's footsteps in the hall, and then the sound of his bedroom door closing.

Jennifer removed her clothing, entering her bathroom and filling the tub with hot water, pouring in her fragrant bath bubbles. As she soaked in the tub, her head leaning on the rim, she wondered if her son was steamed up enough to be playing with his cock. The more she pictured her son with his cock hard, in his fist, jacking off, the more excited she became.

Her hands ran about her body, cupping and fondling her tits. She pulled and twisted her pink nipples, eyes closed as her breathing came in little hot gasps of self-induced pleasure. She ran her fingers through the silky hair of her cunt beneath the water, feeling the tip of her knotted clit. She rubbed at her clitoris lightly, her ass beginning to writhe gently.

She mewled as a finger moved along the fiery slit of her cunt, and before she knew it, her fingers was inside her pussy, stabbing in and out slowly. She arched her hips in the tub, parting her legs and bending her knees. Moaning softly, envisioning her son jacking off his young, hard cock, Jennifer began to fuck herself vigorously, her finger darting and plunging, sloshing water over the side of the tub.

"Oooooohhhhh!" she gasped, her cunt squeezing on her buried finger. Her clit stood out, feeling inflamed. "Ahhhh… ohhhh good!"

Stiffening her middle finger, she plunged it in and out of her slippery cunt swiftly, like a cock.

"Mmmmmm, nice! Very nice!"

In her excitement, Jennifer got to her knees, her legs spread, her fingers and hands agitating her cunt darting around to squeeze at her ass, rubbing the edge of her hand into the split and touching the fiery crinkle of her pink asshole. She dug almost harshly at her cunt while her other hand slid and rubbed between the cheeks of her ass. Her hips jerked and swung about, the water sloshing.

Her body turned stiff as her eyes closed tightly. Her full lips parted, and a soft, strangling whimper came from her. Her cunt convulsed, and she felt the tight, waving, flexing grip of the soft, hairy lips close and squeeze. Her asshole was in spasms, too, and she pressed her fingers against it, enhancing her orgasm.

Then, with the glow of gratification on her flesh, Jennifer finished her bath. When she was through, she toweled herself.

Nakedly, she went into her bedroom and pulled out a short, thigh-high robe, wrapping it around her and tying it with a narrow belt. As she left her room, she saw Johnny's door open, and she looked in. It was empty, and his bed was slightly mussed as if he had been lying on it. Then she saw the pictures.

Curiously, she entered her son's room and looked down at the photos of her as a teenager, in her cheerleader's costume, legs kicking high, her tights showing. And, there was the one of her getting out of the car, her blonde cunt displayed so blatantly.

She gathered them up and walked to the living room. Not only was her son peeking up her skins, but he had found those pictures of her!

Johnny was sitting in the wall-hugger chair, reared back and watching television. She noticed it was a news program, and he never watched the news. He was still wearing his jeans and white T-shirt.

Jennifer's gaze dropped to the front of his pants, but of course he didn't have a hard-on; he had jacked off, she was sure.

Making sure that her son saw the photos in her hand, she placed them on the table at the end of the couch, leaning over to let the back of her short robe lift. She remained leaning for a long moment, knowing that the lower cheeks of her naked ass showed, and that her son was looking at them. She turned and sat down on the couch, the flap of her short robe opening slightly.

She pretended to watch the newscaster with interest, but a glance down told her the hair of her cunt was showing. She lifted her legs and propped her feet on the coffee table, and at the same time giving her son an exciting peek at her ass. She glanced slyly at him and saw his cock bulging once more inside his pants. She was amused at his efforts not to let her catch him peeking.

"Are you hungry, Johnny?" she asked when the news program ended.

"No, Mom."

"I'm not, either," she said. "How about we go pot-luck, eat what we can find?"

"Okay by me," he answered, doing his best not to look when she lifted her feet from the coffee table again.

When she left for the kitchen, she saw that her son's cock was outlined along one side of his jeans, appearing very hard.

Fixing the light dinner, Jennifer began smiling.